Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1291 41. You marry my sister, I will marry your sister, we each have our own ideas - [15]

(Additional update for the "Sword of Philio" brothers!)

The draenei ship, the Exodar, was a frigate in the fleet of starships known as the Stormhold, which the race used to escape the Burning Legion across the stars.

This small fleet is not the property of the Draenei. It comes from the black technology of the Naaru who are now "deeply bound" to the Draenei civilization.

The naaru headed by Adal are considered "accompanying members" of the draenei, although these naaru have existed much longer than the draenei.

And this Adal is also a very famous Naaru. According to some gossip, it had some cooperation and contact with Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, but the two parties finally chose to part ways.

Probably the split was caused by different ideas.

But except for the draenei, no one else has much interest in the complex past of the "tangrams", and they basically avoid talking about it, appearing very mysterious.

Let’s go back to the “Storm Fortress” fleet.

This thing sounds very powerful, but in fact, it is completely unable to fight against the Burning Legion's fleet in terms of combat effectiveness.

They have been on the run. Before, they could rely on the seven ancient Atama crystals to protect the fleet from damage. But more than two hundred years ago, when the Draenei drove the fleet to the world of Draenor, something happened. A "little" accident.

The most important energy ship in the fleet, the "Jinidal", crashed, which made it difficult for the draenei and naaru to launch the fleet into the stars.

This is also the reason why the Draenei finally chose to spend more than two hundred years in the world of Draenor.

In addition to the fact that they were really tired of escaping and did not want to escape anymore, there were also real practical difficulties that could not be solved.

In short, although the Draenei civilization has spaceships, which sound cool, trendy and not magical, they are not much different from other civilizations living on the earth.

They could no longer return to live among the stars.

Now, the Exodar spacecraft is flying towards Hellfire Citadel at a constant speed, and the members on the ship are sitting nervously preparing to land and transfer the wounded.

The death knights at Hellfire Fortress are also preparing to dock with this cool gem spaceship. They want to clear a landing area large enough to allow the spacecraft to hover at low altitude.

This is also the first time for the Living Death Knights to do this, so it will take some time.

On the spaceship, the young orc Thrall was taking care of the newly awakened orc warrior Rexxar. Thrall respected this hunter who was born in Mok'Nathal.

Because Rexxar did something great enough to be recorded in the history of the orcs.

However, it is not easy to get Rexxa, a dull gourd with severe social phobia, to speak, especially when he is also worried about the safety of his pets.

"Huh? Why don't you see Alsace?"

Thrall did elemental treatment for Rexxar's big bear Misha, and then got up and wanted to see his human friend, but he couldn't see Arthas when he looked around in the hall, which made him a little confused. .

Just when the young orc shaman was about to use magic to search, he was stopped by the orc assassin Garona who suddenly appeared.

"Your human friends are busy."

Garona, who was wearing a blood-red mask, put an apple into Thrall's hand and said to him:

"You'd better not disturb him now."

"What is he busy with?"

Thrall blinked and said:

"Is it related to Mr. Black? To be honest, Ms. Garona, I haven't seen Mr. Black for a long time, and I also want to have a chat with him.

Perhaps his dark wisdom can help me solve some of the questions I've been pondering right now. "

"Well, then I suggest you go at least thirty minutes later."

Garona shrugged, crossed her arms and said to Thrall:

"Arthas is busy being beaten. Including the time he spent talking to Black after being beaten, thirty minutes is almost just enough. Besides, I think it's best for you not to get involved in the issues they are discussing now.

It's easy to get you beaten up too. "

"The more you say that, the more curious I become."

Thrall took a bite of the apple, touched his Doomhammer, and whispered:

"If I'm just passing by, it shouldn't be a problem if I accidentally 'eavesdrop' a little bit, right? After all, Mr. Black is also a reasonable person."

"Then you can try it and see if Black is really 'reasonable'. Woohoo, this is the funniest joke I've heard this year. I'm going to share it with Khadgar.

He will definitely laugh out loud too. "

Garona let out a weird laugh, took a step back and disappeared. Thrall hesitated for a moment, but in the end did not take the risk and went back to "exchange feelings" with Lexa.

In a utility room on the lower level of the Exodar spacecraft, Black sat on the supply box and flexed his fingers.

In front of him, Prince Alsace, who had a few fist marks on his face, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with an annoyed look on his face, and clenched his fists in a gladiator posture.

There was undisguised anger in his eyes.

"What the hell did you do to my sister! You bastard!"

Arthas roared:

"you answer me!"

"Didn't I answer everything?"

The pirate held his pipe in his mouth and said unhappily:

"I gave a very detailed answer with my fists. Didn't you understand? You can't even understand this. I'm starting to question your worth as a human sword master."

"asshole!"

Hearing Black's casual answer, Arthas' anger soared. He started to jump into the wind step, and punched the pirate twice in the face as fast as lightning.

It would be difficult for others to avoid the surprise attack of a qualified sword master, but could Blake be an ordinary person?

He didn't even get up. He sat there and shook his body, letting Alsace's fist rub his cheek. Taking advantage of the little prince's opportunity to defend, he counterattacked with a sharp "throat cutter", just like It was a drop of water on Alsace's throat.

This monk skill from Shado Zen Monastery is very useful.

Alsace, who was hit immediately, held his throat and took two steps back. His throat was hit so hard that he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"You want answers, I'll give you answers."

Blake seemed a little irritated by Alsace's entanglement. He stood up, took off his pipe, blew out a smoke ring, rolled up his sleeves and said:

"Your sister Calia Menethil is the most famous beautiful princess in the human kingdom, and I am a greedy and lustful pirate. You must not have forgotten that before the Dalaran incident broke out, your sister and I We had a few days of personal interaction.

I will tell you.

All things that should be done and shouldn't be done, things that are gentlemanly and ungentlemanly, the purest and most impure things between men and women.

I did all the most serious and obscene things that you can think of in your little head.

Does this answer satisfy you? "

Arthas' throat was hit so hard that he was temporarily unable to speak, but he proved his determination to protect his family with his actions, and the blood-red Lion-Hearted Slayer jumped into his hand.

The little prince stood there, holding the sword with both hands in a posture that looked very much like a Jedi Knight preparing for battle.

The glint in his blue eyes meant he wasn't kidding.

"Okay, okay, let's go under the knife, I'm scared."

Blake shrugged, raised his hands, and said helplessly:

“I don’t know where you, silly boy, heard this rumor from, but what I want to tell you is that your sister and I have a purely political alliance and cooperation.

I pushed her to be the Queen of Lordaeron, and she provided me with the necessary benefits.

For such a high-end transaction, physical contact is a troublesome thing, and your sister agreed to my terms because I agreed to her request.

At a suitable time in the future, she will return the throne of king to you with my help.

But looking at you now, it seems that you no longer have the slightest interest in becoming a king. Your enthusiasm and expectation for fighting have made you a lone wolf.

You enjoy your life now, I can see it in your eyes.

Put down your sword, you idiot.

I don't want to have to rack my brains to explain to my political partner why her stupid brother lost an arm or a leg. "

"Is everything you said true?"

After hearing Black's explanation, Arthas put down his sword suspiciously. He rubbed his throat and said hoarsely in a very uncomfortable voice:

"My gut is telling me that I should probably trust you, but my mind is telling me that you can't be trusted."

"Then don't play with your reason, it is a bad friend that will lead you to bad things. Trust your intuition. For a sword master whose life and death are always between seconds, intuition is your trustworthy good partner."

Blake took a few steps back and leaned on the supply box behind him. He crossed his arms and said:

"Tell me first, where did you get the information about Azeroth? Also, how did you know about the relationship between your sister and me? Only your father can vaguely guess this.

The reason why he must launch an attack on our fleet in the North Sea is also due to this factor.

The old king felt that my private involvement in the inheritance of Lordaeron's royal power had offended his majesty, so he decided to give me some trouble. "

"My sister wrote to me."

Arthas did not conceal his information channels. He threw the Lion-Hearted Slayer, who had drunk the blood of demons today, back into his bag. He sat on a supply box and said sadly:

“Through Lao Gani’s information channel, my sister and I kept in touch with each other by writing a letter every month. I could feel that there were secrets hidden in my sister’s heart, and her letters would reveal many complicated emotions.

She was reluctant to say it at first, but then she told me everything, maybe because she was under too much pressure, but she didn't talk about the political deal between you and her.

It just means that she is not free now, and the source is you.

She thanks you for saving her from the clutches of Deathwing, but she doesn't like her current life. She hopes that I can go home and inherit the throne, but as you said."

The little prince sighed and spread his hands:

“I really have no interest in that position now.

I just want to complete my sword master trial in Draenor, return to my hometown with strength, and protect my people and my family with the sword in my hand.

Just like the life of Lord Salorian Morningseeker, the 'Guardian of the Nation' in Quel'Thalas, that is the example I want to follow. "

"Why study him?"

Blake pouted and said:

"A coward who chose to bury his love for the sake of the country and the people! If he had been more courageous when he was young, he wouldn't have let Dai Lin's wild boar seize such a good cabbage.

My idiot sister will live a happier life because of it.

Now, little fool, I have told you all the truth now. Don’t bother me anymore. The inheritance of the throne of your Menethil family is your own business.

I don't care who sits on the throne, my share of interests must be guaranteed, that's it.

Your sister is so tired, why not find her a good husband to help her. There are many heroes in the human kingdom, such as the great knight Turalyon and General Danath Trollbane.

If your sister doesn't mind the big age gap, Prince Liam of Gilneas can also consider it. Genn will definitely raise his hands and agree. "

"It's easy for you to think."

Arthas glared at the stinky pirate and complained:

"Who dares to marry my sister when she has a political alliance with you? What's more, the Deathwing incident hasn't passed yet, and my sister's reputation in the northern Xinjiang aristocratic circle is very bad.

There were vicious rumors everywhere about her being a 'Dragon Knight'. "

At this point, the little prince suddenly stopped. He thought about a good idea and looked at Blake in front of him with a strange look.

The look was so weird that even the pirates could feel it.

He said with a straight face:

"I feel like you are thinking about something very rude. I advise you to stop thinking about it, so as not to get beaten again!"

"You marry my sister! Blake. No, Your Highness Drake."

Arthas jumped up with bright eyes and said to Black:

"Your status is very suitable, and you are a good match, and before you suffered the disaster of the war, my father and your father did have a private communication about marrying my sister into the Proudmoore family.

This is a very suitable marriage!

Moreover, my sister’s reputation has spread throughout all human countries, so it’s not considered an insult to you!

Aren’t you looking out for your own interests?

If you marry my sister, you will be the legitimate Prince of Lordaeron. Your interests will become our common interests, and everyone will be satisfied!

Even my father.

Although he may be angry, he will definitely be satisfied after he calms down. "

"You're absolutely crazy!"

Blake glared and scolded:

"You personally gave your own sister to a notorious pirate! What kind of damn orc magic did you get into in Draenor? You sacrificed your brain to the Burning Blade Clan in exchange for this swordmaster inheritance. ?

Or is it that no matter how smart a guy is, he will become so stupid after becoming a warrior?

besides!

How did you know my true identity? "

Blake asked:

"Although this fact is already known to everyone who should know it, you have been living happily in Draenor during this period, so Old Garni would not tell you this so casually!

It's scared to death of me.

explain!

Who told you that? Is it Viren? Still wait! "

The smelly pirate suddenly thought of a very terrible possibility.

His expression instantly darkened, and with a whoosh, he flashed in front of Alsace's eyes, grabbing the little prince by the neck and lifting him up from where he was.

He scolded:

"You still have contact with little Jaina? She actually told you such a thing? Damn it! Have you forgotten what I asked someone to tell you when you left Azeroth?

Do you really want to experience the joy of walking on crutches for the rest of your life?

I can satisfy you now.

You idiot!

etc!

There was clearly a strange light in your eyes when you just suggested that I marry your sister. Well, Arthas, it seems that your trip to Draenor has taught you a lot. "

Blake dropped the little prince to the ground in a conspiratorial manner, and with a swish sound, a shadow flying knife gathered in his hand. In a perverted way, he stuck out his tongue from the corner of his mouth and licked the blade shaped by the shadow.

He said to Alsace:

"You are thinking terrible things, little prince. You have been contaminated by the evil god named 'Slaanesh', but don't worry, Doctor Black is very experienced in this area.

I will perform a masterful limb removal surgery to help you return to the pure light.

When I chatted with Caliya last time, I remember she said that she really wanted a younger sister. It’s great. Her Highness Princess Caliya’s wish will come true today.

From now on, your name will be changed to Princess Arthas Menethil.

Don't be afraid.

It will only hurt a little bit, just bear with it and you’ll be fine.”